Sean and the SAV-2-T Variant

Dear Readers,

My ADHD got a hold of me when I was working on one of my tangents. I found myself wanting to explore a happily married middle-aged couple becoming master and slave, so I decided to create a 4th tangent using the SAV-2-T variant of the virus.

I hope you will stick with me a little longer, but I won’t deny that this tangent has a LOT in common with the others, so I can take it easy on my poor, tired, old brain. LOL

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Dr. Sean Alexander Wagner, O.D., and his wife, Tina Margaret Berg-Wagner, only moved back to Washington State to make life easier for their son, Sebastian, when he got into an environmental science program at the University of Washington. They both admitted that they were clingy parents who could not bear being half a continent away from their only child.

They had moved out of Texas soon after they got married when Tina was offered the job of her dreams as a computer engineer in Albany, New York. Sean had worked his way through medical school to become an optometrist. He had run a moderately successful practice in the Albany suburbs until Sean received an unexpected inheritance not long before they decided to move back to the Lone Star State.

His father’s childless, estranged brother had willed his entire $20 billion fortune to Sean, to spite his father. The only term for him to inherit the fortune required Sean to promise not to give his parents, Rick and Carol Wagner, any money for exactly one year. Since his parents had retired comfortably, the promise was easy to keep.

Seven months after the year was over, the seventy-nine-year-old Rick had died of a heart attack, and the eighty-year-old Carol had followed a year later. Sean was rich in a way he never imagined, but he would have rather that his parents were still alive.

Sean’s mother had been dead for 6 years when the SAV-2 virus struck. The Wagners were both fifty-one. Tina frequently told him that she was relieved that he was not one of the 3/4 of the male population that was turned gay by the virus. Their friends who had once been vehemently heterosexual men now found the very thought of sleeping with a woman violently revolting.

Everyone who caught the SAV-2 virus was happy that it had a rejuvenating effect on the human body. Aging seemed to pause around twenty-five. Those who were older than twenty-five got healthier and looked younger. Scientists believe that humans would now easily live up to a century and a half before they began to look older again.

They were living quietly and comfortably in a converted old Victorian hotel on four acres of forested land just outside the suburbs of Seattle. They paid handsomely to have the ten-bedroom building made as eco-friendly as possible.

Sean drove a blue hybrid Ford Ranger, and Tina loved her dark green hybrid 4Runner.

Things took a turn for the worse when the SAV-2 virus seemed to mutate in a way that looked like it would spell doom for all women around the world.

Sean and Tina had been doing their best to stay current on the news about the new SAV-2 virus variant that was turning women into voracious nymphomaniacs who desired nothing more than becoming sex slaves to the first man to claim them by exposing the infected women to their ejaculate.

The news said that this new variant, the SAV-2-T (T for “Transfigure”), was transforming the bodies of these men into forms that looked completely female, but could still impregnate women even though the men had vaginas. The testicles of these changed men were now internal, and they could impregnate their sex slaves by rubbing their vaginas against those of women. After a man’s body was transformed, he could “claim” a woman by exposing her to his cum.

This vagina-to-vagina rubbing is often called scisoring or tribbing.

If he had been reading Fox or any of the many other “news” sites that liked to scare the public, he would have assumed that it was a hoax, but he still hopped onto the Associated Press’ website. The AP published more articles about the new SAV-2-Transfigure (SAV-2-T) variant every day.

Reports from around the world said that if a woman contracted the new variant and she did not bond with a man within two or three weeks, she would become something akin to an animal controlled by lust. Women in such a state could not speak. They acted like animals with the intelligence of the average dog. The process appeared to be torture because women understood what was happening as they lost their minds. Several women have killed themselves to avoid becoming what many were now calling “fuck dolls.”

The only “positive” report they had seen was that people could not bond with those who were genetically related as closely as their great-grandparents.

The major cell phone providers quickly set up an alert similar to the Amber Alert to notify their customers when a case of SAV-2-T was recorded in their community.

One cool September Saturday afternoon, Sean got a call from Tina. She had been visiting Sebastian in the city.

She did not wait for him to greet her before she started talking with a husky, shaking tone to her voice. “Sean, I’ve got the virus! I should be home in less than five minutes. You’d better be ready to fuck me hard, or the Petersons down the road will find me humping their front door.”

“Fuck!” he cried.

“Exactly!” she responded.

Sean really did not want his body to change, but he and Tina had agreed that it was inevitable.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he whispered over the phone. “I’ll take care of you just like I promised. You will always be first in my heart even if we do wind up with other women in our home.”

“I believe you.” She then hung up.